The word for the weekend: uneventful. I stayed local, surfing both days at the home break. I didn't think the conditions would be better anywhere else. That's when the home break is an especially wonderful place. The waves were small. The shoulders were few. But it's still home. The people are why you go back.
I don't know when I'll next be in the water. Soul Brother #1 finally goes in for surgery on Thursday. (He hurt this shoulder in November!!) Life is going to be interesting for the next three months. I'd been thinking that I could possibly do some dawn patrol sessions during the months he'll be home from work. I figured he could take the little man to daycare some mornings. I'll surf and then head into work. Well, now this plan isn't looking so good. The problem? I've got the only car that's surf mobile worthy. And that's the car he'll have to drive. My car is an automatic station wagon. His car is a smaller manual transmission hatchback. I'm not going to let him drive his car while his shoulder heals. Too risky. So I'll take it. But then it hit me: How am I supposed to get a longboard in that? And, no, I can't put racks on top of his car. So, I'm screwed as far as dawn patrol goes.
We did recently acquire another vehicle that's perfect for surfing. Unfortunately, it's not ready for much of anything yet.
IT . . .
I can get a lot of longboards in that thing. Now look at that little munchkin car in front of it. It's like a clown car compared to the VW Bus.
Yeah, I went ahead and bought it. I've already lined up the interior guy. First step: deal with the front seats and the bed/seats in the back. Second step: I ain't got one. This will be a nickel and dime project. Stay tuned for updates.